tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26504784193194249802018-03-02T09:10:45.636-08:00Kylie DalonKylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-18772355293918668542011-01-18T17:17:00.000-08:002011-01-18T17:20:53.999-08:00Epic Fail. No updates since November. Ooooooops.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TTYuOlFf52I/AAAAAAAAASs/s_d1EOVAYnI/s1600/christmas10+092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="155" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TTYuOlFf52I/AAAAAAAAASs/s_d1EOVAYnI/s200/christmas10+092.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes I am wearing a jacket that says "Jesus <br />Loves Me Too" with a chicken on it. :)</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm trying to even think about what I want to write about, so much stuff has happened lately. Guess I should start with Christmas! Next Christmas will probably be better because Broderyck will understand what the hell is going on! </div>﻿﻿ Overall it was alright though, just your typical holiday with divorced parents fighting and meeting my dad's new girlfriend and her kid against my will. ALWAYS a fun time. Right?! Still haven't heard from Tony. Which is a good thing&nbsp;I think. I'm glad neither&nbsp;he or his family tried anything during the holidays. The holiday season of course ended with no New Years Kiss. Tragic. But I have recently gone back vegan and started working out on a regular basis which has made me feel loads better about myself! And may eventually be the death of me because all I do is bake. lol. So I guess they won't kill me,&nbsp;just make me large and in charge and I&nbsp;may be able to handle that. hahaha.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TTYujCA6SqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/xzF4fZQ8bKw/s1600/christmas10+103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TTYujCA6SqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/xzF4fZQ8bKw/s200/christmas10+103.jpg" width="200" /></a>I've been unemployed for about&nbsp;6 months now and it's starting to get to me. I've recently applied for a few jobs, but only part time, it's just a scary thing thinking that if I work I have to leave Broderyck all day and leave him in the hands of a stranger. But it's what I have to do to be able to give him the life I want him to have. I don't want him to ever have to go without and I will not live of my mom for the rest of my life! I'm way too independent and I think that is why I need a change soon. To get out of my mom's house. I hate having rules and feeling like someone else has control of my life. When my tax return gets here I'm getting my car fixed, that's step one. Hopefully will help A LOT. Get me out of this blasted town for a few. At least go to a Starbucks or something! Get some non hick town air.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This want to spread&nbsp;my wings of course has sparked some fights with my mom who would like me and Broderyck to just live here forever. She thinks I want to "take him away from her" and when my mom cries it makes me want to cry. I hate being accused of doing things "just to hurt people" because I never do that. I don't believe in that. I just do things I want to do and what feels right to me. &nbsp;Just because it isn't in line with what the people around me want it becomes "wrong"....i.e. tattoos, piercings, being vegan...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Which brings me to the subject of moving. Which is such a ridiculous subject at the moment. It feels like it's "yes, no, maybe, found it, lost it...." I don't do well when things aren't planned and it gives me really bad anxiety (and that plus all the other chaos may be why I've had to start taking my Prozac again...)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I keep thinking I want to move out, want to get out of my mom's house but maybe things are happening in the wrong order, again. And now my roomate wants me to lie and say that I'm making more money than I am and I don't lie. I just don't believe in it. And if it prevents us from getting the apartment I'm sure she'll be pissed but lying has never gotten anywhere anyplace good in the end. So I guess it's still considered a toss up?! But there is always the "backup plan"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">By backup plan I am referring to my new found crush. There really is something about him and it's making me crazy, but in the good, cute, romantic comedy sort of way where you can't function in everyday life because all you think about it that person. I'm most certainly suffering from a case of that. Of course there is a hitch...he lives in Florida. Which if you don't know is more than 2,000 miles away from Utah. Yes, we met online, no I'm not afraid he's some kinda creep. I go with my gut feelings about stuff and they tend to tell me the truth and he gives me butterflies (which is a very good sign) I'm currently accepting any donations to put towards going to see him. hahaha. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">In August I'm going to Portland for a vegan convention, which I am very excited about. Never been to Portland but I hear it's amazing, and Andy will be there. Which may be more exciting to me than the actual convention. :) My fingers are crossed, hoping he sticks around. I really want him to. Like really. Did I mention he's vegan, nice, gorgeous, tattooed and likes me?!...if I didn't know you know.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Some physical changes I've gone through in the last few weeks.....</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TTY3f9X0eTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/oW-F_DJAuD8/s1600/IMG000710.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TTY3f9X0eTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/oW-F_DJAuD8/s200/IMG000710.jpeg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New tatttttoooooo!!!!!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TTY3pJKfYMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/a6Jbf8gHB8c/s1600/IMG00042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TTY3pJKfYMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/a6Jbf8gHB8c/s200/IMG00042.jpg" width="160" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hair is back black. Missed it.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div>﻿﻿﻿﻿ <br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This entry jumps around A LOT. I appologize for any confusion to anyone reading it. Thinking about Andy, moving, Broderyck, and what I should do when I "grow up" has got me all over the place. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>﻿Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-58625583862810201382010-11-12T12:40:00.000-08:002010-11-12T12:40:18.290-08:00Home Based Business!!!<div style="text-align: center;">So since I had Broderyck and have been doing this whole single mom thing, I haven't exactly had time to "go back" to work. I figured this would be the PERFECT time to go for my dream job, designing and making clothing at home. :) It gives me time with my son, and I can do it whenever I have the time. I started an Etsy store</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Bonesie?ref=pr_profile"><span style="font-size: x-large;">http://www.etsy.com/shop/Bonesie?ref=pr_profile</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the first step to what I hope will be a happy and successful home based business. Please check it out, and keep your eyes open new things will be added all the time. I also may take your custom order depending on what it is, so feel free to contact me if you have a request! </div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-19870219925386569412010-10-08T21:32:00.000-07:002010-10-08T21:32:35.565-07:00Learning about PICC's....<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span>The idea of a PICC line really scared me when they decided to put one in Broderyck's right arm for long term IV's. It also really scared me when they told me that I would be the one administering the antibiotics after we go home. But after the nurses have given me paperwork and let me practice&nbsp; under their supervision. We will also be assigned a home health program to come and do dressing changes and provide the antibiotics, saline flushes and heparin flushes. It will stay in for at least 6 weeks.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TK_pT5ShWyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NBa7rWhY1-Y/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TK_pT5ShWyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NBa7rWhY1-Y/s320/HEART+SURGERY+133.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting ready to put in the PICC</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TK_pRMtdn-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/YCn7ku8Q_k8/s320/HEART+SURGERY+135.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After the PICC was put in, under an awesome dinosaur wrap</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TK_pRMtdn-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/YCn7ku8Q_k8/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">A PICC line is, by definition and per its acronym, a peripherally inserted central catheter. It is long, slender, small, flexible tube that is inserted into a peripheral vein, typically in the upper arm, and advanced until the catheter tip terminates in a large vein in the chest near the heart to obtain intravenous access. It is similar to other central lines as it terminates into a large vessel near the heart. However, unlike other central lines, its point of entry is from the periphery of the body � the extremities. And typically the upper arm is the area of choice.</span></div><div> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">A PICC line provides the best of both worlds concerning venous access. Similar to a standard IV, it is inserted in the arm, and usually in the upper arm under the benefits of ultrasound visualization. Also, PICCs differ from peripheral IV access but similar to central lines in that a PICCs termination point is centrally located in the body allowing for treatment that could not be obtained from standard periphery IV access. In addition, PICC insertions are less invasive, have decreased complication risk associated with them, and remain for a much longer duration than other central or periphery access devices.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TK_mKxdQIOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BBUduG3kKJw/s1600/crukmig_1000img-12197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TK_mKxdQIOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BBUduG3kKJw/s320/crukmig_1000img-12197.jpg" width="314" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Using ultrasound technology to visualize a deep, large vessel in the upper arm, the PICC catheter is inserted by a specially trained and certified PICC nurse specialist. Post insertion at the bedside, a chest x-ray is obtained to confirm ideal placement. The entire procedure is done in the patient�s room decreasing discomfort, transportation, and loss of nursing care.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-53791214677046184552010-10-04T21:19:00.000-07:002010-10-04T21:27:55.075-07:00Prepare for the eventual let down....<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">On Monday the 27th I couldn't have been happier they ran antibiotics, did blood tests and told us that everything was trending in the right direction. His wound started to look a lot better and I thought we were in the clear. We went to clinic on Wednesday and that blood test showed that things were still going in the direction that we wanted them too and the wound team looked under his bandage and said that it looked really good. They said that I wouldn't need to change the bandage until we came in the following Wednesday but gave me an extra bandage, just in case. The cardiologist told us we could just do oxygen at night and that he could stop taking lasix.&nbsp;</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is the point where I get my hopes up and start to think that everything is going the way it's supposed to.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Then of course on Thursday Broderyck started acting really uncomfortable again, crying and not wanting to be put down. I figured he just was still sore from surgery and didn't mind holding him almost constantly. Saturday his bandage was about 3/4 saturated and I decided to change it, then that night he started breathing heavier and running a fever. Sunday morning his second bandage was completely saturated to the point that it was falling off.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">I called the hospital and they said that since it was Sunday that we'd need to come tot he Emergency Room but the Cardiothoracic Nurse Practitioner would meet us there. We switched the bandage once more and I packed a bag and we headed on our way. When we got to the hospital the Nurse Practitioner looked at his wound and knew it was bad, and the admission process started again...</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">for the 3rd time</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">They starting running antibiotics again and determined they were going to do exploritory surgery to see how deep the infection is. They switched the time a couple times today and had to run some IV fluids and do a blood transfusion before they could take him back to the OR.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TKqnmgwwsII/AAAAAAAAAO4/NuHx_YJEWtw/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TKqnmgwwsII/AAAAAAAAAO4/NuHx_YJEWtw/s320/HEART+SURGERY+110.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TKqnpaRxO8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/qO5DQ-R3Kx0/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TKqnpaRxO8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/qO5DQ-R3Kx0/s320/HEART+SURGERY+108.jpg" width="240" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TKqnr54BycI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VJ4HxekK4n8/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TKqnr54BycI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VJ4HxekK4n8/s320/HEART+SURGERY+109.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />They took him back around 6:30pm and it's now 10:15. They had a hard time finding veins for an IV because he's been so picked on by the lab that he's running out of good veins. Last I heard was that it was a really deep infection and that they had to take the wires out of this chest to be able to clean out his chest better.&nbsp;</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">After this surgery he will go back to the CICU and be back on a ventilator. I really hoped that it was going to be a simple fix and I am praying that when they fix this that Broderyck will be able to go home and be a normal baby...</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">he is supposed to be learning to smile and roll over...not spending 1/3 of his life in the hospital.<br /><br />The Nurse Practitioner just came and gave us an update. She said that it just didn't look as healthy as it should. They cleaned his chest out with antibacterial fluid and will put a wound vac on for a couple days and put a chest tube back in.<br /><br />Please let this be it...<br />The OR nurse is supposed to call if the surgeon can't call us before 11:30.</div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-13756932839620768352010-09-27T08:33:00.000-07:002010-09-27T08:33:00.101-07:00I love waking up to good news!<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"></span><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well I've been pretty upset being back in the hospital. I wish that Broderyck could be home, being a normal baby, not having to be poked and prodded all day long. With blood tests at 4 am, x-rays at 5 am and then the doctors coming to do their rounds and looking at him at 7 am. I have been really worried when they tell us that we can go home one day and then add more days. But I have been trying to not get my hopes up, so when the Doctors came in this morning and their talk sounded like we were getting to go home today I got pretty excited. It won't be until later in the day, but still. Especially since everything bad is trending down, he's eating well, his weight is going up, his wound looks a lot better.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TKC3mB4E9fI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wE58syrA0K0/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TKC3mB4E9fI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wE58syrA0K0/s320/HEART+SURGERY+105.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TKC3n5gLeZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AjMUBLDQkaA/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TKC3n5gLeZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AjMUBLDQkaA/s320/HEART+SURGERY+106.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;He's going to do his last iv antibiotic today and then they're going to be discontinued. He won't be sent home on antibiotics because there isn't an oral option, and they don't want to do a PIC line. So we'll go home for a couple days and keep changing his dressing and then come back for a check-up and make sure that everything is still trending down.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then he gets to switch off the awful low fat formula on October 4th and go back to his regular soy formula he was on pre-surgery. Then of course we'll have to come back again for a check up to make sure he's gaining weight the way he's supposed to and that he isn't showing any signs of Cylothorax.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TKC3kFgF79I/AAAAAAAAAOs/4udazk4jHKo/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TKC3kFgF79I/AAAAAAAAAOs/4udazk4jHKo/s400/HEART+SURGERY+107.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm really thankful for everyone who has shown their support during this whole ordeal, everyone who has prayed for us, all of the doctors and nurses at Primary Children's Hospital who have taken such good care of Broderyck and who have helped me feel as comfortable as one can while living at a hospital going through these things. But I really hope we won't be back staying for a long time, if ever. </span></div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-73378230558725824412010-09-26T00:10:00.000-07:002010-09-26T00:10:24.275-07:00Not exactly the news we wanted to hear...<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Broderyck was released from the hospital after 9 days in the hospital. We made it home and everything seemed to be going the way it was supposed to, he obviously was uncomfortable, but who wouldn't be after all that poking, prodding and other intense things that a month old baby shouldn't have to go through.</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; So as I'm thinking that everything is going the way it was supposed to on Thursday September 23 the top of his chest incision had some pus that was coming out of it. I of course was slightly freaking out because we had only been home for 3 days since our stay in the hospital. But I called the Nurse Practitioner phone number they gave me and left a message with the receptionist. Then the wait for a call-back seemed to be hours when it really was only probably 25 minutes.</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When she called me back I described to her what was going on and she told me to bring Broderyck in. So I called my mom since she had to drive us and she told me to pack an overnight bag because they were probably going to make us stay. So I packed a bag and got Broderyck all ready. When my mom got to our house from her work we got in the car and headed on our way.</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The Nurse Practitioner met us in the hallway and took us straight into an exam room. This is very lucky because they usually make you go to the Emergency Room before you get admitted to the hospital. The surgeon who did Broderyck's original surgery came in and looked at the infection. He had to cut part of it and clean the sight with Iodine and pack and bandage it. They then got us a room back on the third floor which is the Children's Surgical Unit, which is where we were discharged from.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; They told us that they were going to let us go on Saturday. Well Saturday has come and gone and they told us there was no way we were going home this weekend, and a nurse mentioned that the soonest we were going to go home is Tuesday. Reason being that they have taken blood and urine cultures and it takes at least 72 hours to see if anything grows out of them...well in order to go home we have to have 3 clean days.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; They at least know it's something bacterial, and have changed the way that they're doing the dressings which will hopefully help the site heal a little better. They also will be deciding what antibiotic will work best to get rid of whatever bacteria he has.</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I feel a little better when my mom comes to visit. Gives me a little break from the chaos because she really wants to see the baby. It's not that I need a break from him at all, it's just the situation. Being at someone else's will, someone else's schedule. It is still so hard for me to handle it when they come in and change him or feed him without waking me up. I know I am not doing anything wrong, and I really should accept the help while I've got it because I can't go home and be completely exhausted. It is so hard too to know he's uncomfortable, and having to ask for permission to take him for a walk outside the room. </span></div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-17948782774749694972010-09-24T21:15:00.000-07:002010-09-24T21:15:23.336-07:00Want to and have to are two different things...<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: small;"></span><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I haven't updated my blog since July 8, lame I know. I just haven't had the time to even think about the computer. But now I have found a little bit of free time since I'm staying with my son while he is in the hospital and they have wi-fi internet here.</span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well first off my son, Broderyck Rian Peterson was born at Ogden Regional Medical Center on August 16, 2010 at 5:02 pm. I was induced at 39 weeks, Dr's orders, and labor went pretty quick, epidurals are amazing, let me just tell you. If you have the choice, I say do it. It was a normal delivery and I got to take him home in the standard 2 days. He was 19.5 inches long and weighed 6 pounds 14 ounces.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Everything was going perfect, except the fact that I switched him to soy formula thinking that his belly aches were due to a potential Lactose Intolerance, his first Dr's appointment went swimmingly, and his second appointment was scheduled for Friday September 10th. The day started great, I got a call saying that Broderyck had been approved for Medicade, then we got up got ready and drove to Ogden to his appointment.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The nurse mentioned that he was breathing a little fast and when the Dr listened to his heart he said he could hear a little murmur, he wrote an order for me to take Broderyck to the lab to have some blood drawn, and to get him an echocardiogram at McKay Dee. Then they took his O2 Saturation and it was in the 60's, this is when the Dr called McKay Dee and told them to expect me.</span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is when I really started panicking. I called my mom and told her what was going on, trying to hold back the tears. We got to McKay and the team in the NICU got him on oxygen and started doing x-rays and the echo. My mom and dad showed up at the hospital and I was trying to not cry while on the phone with the admitting department. The results of the tests&nbsp; were not what I wanted to hear. His lungs were pretty full of fluid and they called Life Flight. Waiting for Life Flight to prep him seemed like forever. They let me say goodbye to him before they took him, that was the single most scary moment of my life.</span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1cK1GenPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IOzzkdFqkjY/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1cK1GenPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IOzzkdFqkjY/s320/HEART+SURGERY+012.jpg" width="240" /></a>My mom and I got in the car and sped towards Primary Childrens Medical Center. When we got to the hospital we met a Dr outside the Cardiac Intensive Care Unit and walked us inside. There were about 20 people inside his room and we weren't allowed to go in to see him until they got him stable. A cardiologist came out and explained what was wrong with his heart, which was almost exactly what was wrong with my heart when I was his age. The surgeon then came out and said that they were trying to decide if they were going to do the surgery that night or in the morning, a few minutes later they decided that they needed to do the surgery as soon as possible and&nbsp; he came and explained to us how he was going to repair it. I had to sign 2 papers for consent to put him under anesthesia and consent to do the surgery. Then we followed them to the doors of the Operating Room.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1cM8m7_-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/xP83RsSmUps/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1cM8m7_-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/xP83RsSmUps/s320/HEART+SURGERY+013.jpg" width="320" /></a></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1cIfIDdlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/O3RQStoawpM/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1cIfIDdlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/O3RQStoawpM/s320/HEART+SURGERY+015.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1c6FX9HVI/AAAAAAAAANE/v0DZKmvzVtA/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1c6FX9HVI/AAAAAAAAANE/v0DZKmvzVtA/s320/HEART+SURGERY+020.jpg" width="240" /></a>The surgery was estimated to be a 5 to 6 hour surgery and my dad brought my younger sisters, except for my youngest to meet us in the Surgical Waiting Room. He even brought us dinner but I didn't even feel like eating. It felt like forever, it helped that they called every hour to let us know the status of the surgery. At 2 am the surgeon came in and said that everything went great he told us that we could go see him in about 30 to 45 minutes after they got him back to his room and stable.We knew my dad and sisters weren't going to want to see Broderyck like that so we sent them home before we went to his room.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1c39AelvI/AAAAAAAAANA/qh36EIFDy_o/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1c39AelvI/AAAAAAAAANA/qh36EIFDy_o/s320/HEART+SURGERY+017.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Seeing my son covered in bandages, tubes, wires and hearing the machines beeping was so scary. I felt so bad that he was on so many drugs, but I am so glad he didn't seem to be in pain. His chest was still open, word was that it was going to stay open until Monday or Tuesday. They do this because sometimes organs can swell and the skin can as well and they don't want a closed chest to put pressure on those organs or have the skin try and pull back apart.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">At about 3 am my mom finally talked me into going to try and sleep, when you're child in in the Intensive Care Unit they have little rooms where they let parents sleep. They base your need by how far away you live and how sick your child is. It consists of a twin bed, a rocking chair about about 2 feet of space around the two. Saturday I spent basically the whole day in his room. I started a journal for him, so when he grows up he can read exactly what happened.</span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sunday my mom and I were awoken by the surgeon knocking on the Parent sleeping room door. He said that he was going to close his chest and had me sign the consent to let him do so. I was very excited that he was getting closed up earlier than expected.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Monday they began to wean Broderyck off the Nitric Oxcide (which helps lungs assimalate oxygen) They must wean off alot of the drugs before they can take the ventilator out, which was the next goal.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">On Tuesday 2 of the 3 chest drainage tubes came out. It was so wonderful to walk in his room and see less machines and less tubes then there previously were. </span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1c8lOnh2I/AAAAAAAAANI/opn3EY4FWeo/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1c8lOnh2I/AAAAAAAAANI/opn3EY4FWeo/s320/HEART+SURGERY+028.jpg" width="240" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1c-3Kq5SI/AAAAAAAAANM/VWQ1hKF6dOY/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1c-3Kq5SI/AAAAAAAAANM/VWQ1hKF6dOY/s320/HEART+SURGERY+030.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wednesday the 15th was my mom's 40th birthday, it also was the day that they ran 2 spontaneous trials where they turned off the ventilatior but left it in place to see how Broderyck would breath on his own. When the Doctor decided that everything looked great with the echo they had done that morning and that the spontaneous trials seemed to be successful the Respitory Therapist took out the ventalator. This was the first time Broderyck had been able to cry in five days and his voice kind of sounded like Donald Duck. But it was really good to hear his voice, regardless.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dC6dpTUI/AAAAAAAAANU/n-p3x1wbYe0/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dC6dpTUI/AAAAAAAAANU/n-p3x1wbYe0/s320/HEART+SURGERY+040.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dE0ObczI/AAAAAAAAANY/q58sWP1u-3U/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dE0ObczI/AAAAAAAAANY/q58sWP1u-3U/s320/HEART+SURGERY+043.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dI0Y9tkI/AAAAAAAAANg/hzNqIRO4enA/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dI0Y9tkI/AAAAAAAAANg/hzNqIRO4enA/s320/HEART+SURGERY+059.jpg" width="240" /></a> Thursday the 16th is when the last chest tube and RA's got to be taken out. Those were the last things that needed to be taken out before I could hold Broderyck, for the first time in a week. That was one of the hardest things about the whole situation, was to be a new mom who had spent 24/7 with her baby and then suddenly not be able to hold her baby. They also tried a bottle also, Broderyck wasn't really use to a bottle and some of his food still had to be fed to him through a tube but after some trial and error with a couple different kinds of nipples we found one that he semi-liked.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dK5FKvEI/AAAAAAAAANk/jXlT5qK_1fw/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dK5FKvEI/AAAAAAAAANk/jXlT5qK_1fw/s320/HEART+SURGERY+064.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dG9gl8sI/AAAAAAAAANc/oOiiovlbMn0/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dG9gl8sI/AAAAAAAAANc/oOiiovlbMn0/s320/HEART+SURGERY+046.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;They also discontinued most of the IV's also. The emptier the room got the happier and more relaxed that I got.</span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dPei1EgI/AAAAAAAAANs/CLu7HrLlcCc/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dPei1EgI/AAAAAAAAANs/CLu7HrLlcCc/s320/HEART+SURGERY+086.jpg" width="320" /></a> On Friday Broderyck finally got his Arterial Line taken out of his right wrist and got to leave the ICU and go up to the Children's Surgical Floor. This is a more hands on floor so that my mom and I could stay in the room and pick Broderyck up whenever we wanted. He still had a feeding tube though just because he was still strugging with eating the amount they wanted him to all by mouth.</span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dTU2oUwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PgGnv6hhI60/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dTU2oUwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PgGnv6hhI60/s320/HEART+SURGERY+094.jpg" width="240" /></a>On the 18th they took out the NJ tube after we were in the CSU room so Broderyck had to try and take as much by mouth as possible. Then on Sunday the 19th we got discharged. Getting discharged on a weekend was pretty stressful. The regular crew isn't really around so some stuff took longer than it would have during the week. But it&nbsp; was so exciting to finally get to go home. To stop worrying, so much and to stop living out of a suitcase in a hospital. Especially after only nine days when the doctors first estimated 14.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Broderyck will have a lifetime of clinics just like I did but he'll be lucky that I've already been through it so he will hopefully feel a little more comfortable about doing the tests. </span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dVdT8QbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XYJx2pLhoak/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1dVdT8QbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XYJx2pLhoak/s320/HEART+SURGERY+103.jpg" width="240" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1c1rlvb9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Bf8S40Dxkuc/s1600/HEART+SURGERY+104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/TJ1c1rlvb9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Bf8S40Dxkuc/s320/HEART+SURGERY+104.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;Being a single mom, especially having to go through emergency situations makes you very strong. I really never thought that I would be able to handle any of this alone. A lot of people questioned me before Broderyck was here and asked if I was scared to do it alone and I always answered "no," deep down I knew I was nervous but I knew I could do it, and this whole 39 days I have proved to myself that I am more than capable of being a single mom. Especially when the father hasn't even ackowledged the fact that he has a new son. Broderyck is the cutest little boy ever and I love him more than life itself and I know that I for sure never want to waste my time with someone who is anything less than perfect, and if it takes that person a while to get here, I am perfectly fine with that. I have my little family and I am more than happy with it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-52219724505055091412010-07-08T10:50:00.000-07:002010-07-08T10:50:06.129-07:00I really need to get in the habit of blogging. It might make me feel better about stuff.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I've been feeling really down lately. It's almost like all my friends have fallen off the face of the planet. In the last couple weeks my 21st birthday has passed and the 4th of July and you know what I've been doing? Sitting home. Alone. I understand people get busy and such but it's so hard for me to just sit around and read everyones facebook updates about how much fun they had boating, or shopping or just hanging out. I feel like everyone thinks I'm like handicapped because I'm almost 8 months pregnant. Which isn't true. I can do just as much as everyone else. Well for the most part. Like I know it would have been silly to go to a bar on my birthday and get a non alchoholic drink, but the idea is kinda fun. And even a suggestion from any of my friends would have been nice. <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And then of course the aspect of dating rears it's ugly head again. I don't know why I even care anymore. Every guy I like turns out the complete freaking same as the last. They "like me",&nbsp;we talk, they sweet talk me, I start to really like them, they suddenly stop talking to me, then I usually find out they have a girlfriend suddenly or something. <br />Everyone keeps saying: <br /><blockquote>"you're going to have your baby soon and none of this&nbsp;will matter. Friends come and go and you don't need a man." </blockquote>I know I don't NEED a man, and I understand that some friends will fade away due to the circumstances that I'm not free to just do whatever anymore. But it still gets lonely. Really lonely.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And I've decided one of my LEAST favorite things ever is when people ask about my pregnancy then proceed to ask if "the dad is in the picture" Blah! No. He isn't, and won't ever be. He's way too immature to handle anything of this nature. As sad as that is because he already has another son who's 3. And no I don't plan on taking him to court for child support because if he wants nothing to do with my son, then I want my son to have nothing to do with him. That's alot of money to waste on trying to force someone to care. Plus he doesn't hold a job long enough for me to even get anything from him anyways. It'd just be easier to just roll over and take it the way it's dealt. I have a very supportive family and I'm getting everything I need from them in the form of presents, or hand-me-downs. I know how to work hard, and I've been out on my own before, paying my own bills and taking care of things that need to be taken care of. I can be a single mom. People have been doing it forever and no one has died from it yet. It isn't the end of the world. <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which makes me nervous for my baby shower on Saturday. I sent out 20 invitations, made an event page on Facebook and sent messages to numerous&nbsp;people on Facebook. So far I have about&nbsp;4 RSVP's. I really hope people show up and are supportive. <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I guess all I can do is wait a couple more weeks for Broderyck to get here. I am so excited to be a mom. He is going to be the cutest little boy ever. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;&nbsp; And I thank everyone who has been there for me and been supportive and to everyone who hasn't been there for me when I've needed someone,&nbsp;I hope life treats you well where ever it may take you. </div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-4026553825555412010-05-29T20:16:00.000-07:002010-05-29T20:16:44.147-07:00Normality....going once? Going twice? Sold to...Reality.I'm about sick of anything with a dick. Yep, it's true. Guys have worn me out. I'm sick of all these fake ass guys who think they can just say "hey baby, you're really cute" and get in my pants. Or kiss me and then never talk to me again. Sorry boys, I don't roll that way. I don't play the "if I just stop talking to her and start talking to some other girl things will be okay" game. I play the "honesty is better game" Hell, my facebook profile says "Random, fiesty, creative, blunt, honest, loving, loud, tattooed, veg (6 years), soon to be mom (Aug 31) who <strong>hates dishonest, half-truths, backstabbing, &amp; not keeping your word</strong>." right in that little about me box that EVERYONE can read, and I don't just write stuff to fill up that little box.<br /><br />I try and give people chances. But why is it that I'm a stepping stone? Cool, you knew I was prego from the get go...cool you ask me something and I'll tell you the honest truth. But fact is I have feelings and you eff with them and you'll get some retaliation. If I fall for a guy I tend to fall hard and it isn't a very common thing. So when you make me believe that you care and feel even SEMI the same way, I will probably believe you...and probably end up hurt...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So lets make&nbsp;a couple&nbsp;things clear....</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not easy, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not fake, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't put up with losers, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I will not be your sugar mama, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I will not just stick around until something better comes along, </div><div style="text-align: center;">don't sweet talk me unless you mean it, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love pet names...but not if every girl in your life gets called the same ones-just don't bother if it's "typical", </div><div style="text-align: center;">I do research-when we have common aquantinces I ask about you...I hope that what your friends say and how you treat me match, </div><div style="text-align: center;">If you get to meet my family you're one lucky sob...that's a HUGE deal to me, </div><div style="text-align: center;">It goes both ways-don't introduce me to your family and good friends if it's a one time thing, </div><div style="text-align: center;">If you're a player-just leave me alone,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't act like you have no self confidence just to get compliments from me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't mind just hanging out, being friends-I'm not saying once we hangout we have to be an item...but don't treat it like we're one if there isn't any potential.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Just be real with me. High school is over. This isn't reality tv. Things can be really be how they look, seem, and feel. That's what I want in my life.</div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-66823122961979556102010-05-17T20:11:00.000-07:002010-05-17T20:11:52.417-07:00What's been plaguing me....<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I never really know how to react to change, I feel like it's a constant battle. I mean, I lead a pretty spontanious life, but sometimes it feels like it's just out of control. There are, and always will be ups and downs, I get that. I just need to hang on for dear life, and ride it out to the best of my ability, be it terrifying or a thrill.</span></div><ul><li><span style="font-size: x-small;">My new job is actually more tollerable than I thought it would be. The days seem to fly by and I believe it's worth the money. I have ran into a few rude people but I just think to myself that they aren't really mad at me, they are mad at the government for making them fill out a form [maybe even 2], deal with people coming door to door, and then deal with someone who is reading the most repetive script ever on the phone. I think I would be a tad annoyed as well to be honest. But I am very thankful to have a job, regardless.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-small;">I try so hard not to get in over my head when I like guys. Especially now, that I'm pregnant and things will only be more difficult. I try so hard to trick myself into thinking that I don't really like someone as much as I do, or that I'm just giving myself false hope. But what happens when you stop believing yourself? What happens when your heart thinks it knows everything? Everytime that person messages you, you get butterflies and smile on cue, everytime you see that person you feel instantly lighter and happier, everytime you kiss that person you feel like you're in heaven...but you don't get alot of time with that person, you both have your own obligations that sometimes out-weigh one another, or one in particular....what happens then? </span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-small;">Living at home again has been a MAJOR challenge for me. Going from just me and Grenade to a house full of hormonal girls again has been...intense. I don't really want to live back here, I really want to be out on my own again, paying my own bills, cooking my own food, shopping vegan, having my own private space, decorating the way I want to. I hate having all of my belongings shoved into boxes and thrown randomly in the garage. I'm starting to feel like a burden around here, like things were easier for everyone else when I wasn't living here. My sister who's 17 seems to feel like I'm stepping into her territory by coming back, since while I was gone she was technically "the oldest" I really don't want anything to do with domination, or being the one in charge. I could care less. I try so hard to be a good big sister, give advice when asked, listen, share treats when I have them, try and not hog the tv remote. It just feels like everything I do in that area backfires.....one year and I'm going to have a down payment on a house....just gotta keep telling myself that.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-small;">I think that I'm going to start claiming Straight Edge. Alot of girls don't, and I've heard mixed reviews on why they don't. But it's truly not about fighting or "gang" activity I see it as a way of life. I'm avidly against drug-use and I've had my run in a time or two&nbsp;with alcohol and hate it. So why should I be any less "able" to claim a title just because I'm a girl and because I'm not super "tough."</span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-small;">I've decided to re-gauge my ears, I'm going to go to a 3/4. And after I have Broderyck I'm going to get my entire left side, and my entire right leg tattooed. I'm done giving a crap about "what about when you're old?" or "you're going to be a mom, what is that going to do to your son" and just what other people think in general 1. tattoos are an expression of ones self. I'm not getting anything because someone else said it would be cool, I'm getting them because it's things that I've always wanted and I'm young and can pull them off and just LOVE tattoos&nbsp;And 2. My son will be raised however I want to raise him, and him having a tattooed vegan mom isn't going to make him any less a great person. He will understand that he has to wait until he's 18 to get a tattoo just like me, but I will gladly support him in his choices and go with him even.</span></li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You can't live your life by anyone else's rules. You have to make your own choices, whether that is down a path where someone else traveled or start your own. Just because you make a choice that someone else suggested or you see someone else living a certain way and you'd like to try it and see if it works for you, that doesn't make you any less unique. No matter HOW individual the choice someone, somewhere has made that choice. I find alot of strength in being myself, standing up for what I believe in and living my life to the fullest....and I am so thankful for the company that I keep who support my choices and will always be there no matter how I choose to live my life. I love you all.</span></div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-81183010879934693542010-05-10T17:24:00.000-07:002010-05-10T17:24:42.815-07:00"As Lovers Go" by: Dashboard Confessionals<blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">She said "I've gotta be honest,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">You're wasting your time if you're fishing round here."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">And I said "you must be mistaken,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I'm not fooling... this feeling is real"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">She said "you gotta be crazy,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">What do you take me for? Some kind of easy mark?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">"You've got wits, you've got looks,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">You've got passion, but I swear that you've got me all wrong."</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">All wrong.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">All wrong.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">But you got me...</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I'll be true, I'll be useful...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I'll be cavalier...i'll be yours my dear.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">And I'll belong to you...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">If you'll just let me through.</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">This is easy as lovers go,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">So don't complicate it by hesitating.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">And this is wonderful as loving goes,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">This is tailor-made, whats the sense in waiting?</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">And I said "I've gotta be honest</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I've been waiting for you all my life."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">For so long I thought I was asylum bound,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">But just seeing you makes me think twice.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">And being with you here makes me sane,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I fear I'll go crazy if you leave my side.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">You've got wits... you've got looks,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">You've got passion but are you brave enough to leave with me tonight?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></blockquote><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Tonight.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Tonight.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">But you've got me...</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I'll be true, I'll be useful...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I'll be cavalier...i'll be yours my dear.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">And I'll belong to you...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">If you'll just let me through.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">This is easy as lovers go,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">So don't complicate it by hesitating.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">And this is wonderful as loving goes,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">This is tailor-made, whats the sense in waiting?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">This is easy as lovers go,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">So don't complicate it by hesitating.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">And this is wonderful as loving goes,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">This is tailor-made, whats the sense in waiting?</span></div></blockquote><br />I listen to this song over and over and over...it is such a discription of how I feel currently. It makes me wish that love was an easy thing, that having a crush on someone was an easy thing. I hope one day I just have an epiphany and know exactly who I'm meant to be with. Know exactly how I am supposed to live my life. I know when it is supposed to happen it will. But until then, I guess I will just try and get a grip, hold my chin up, and keep living life to the fullest. He will come around some day...he will make my life complete.....someday.Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-79927951193411886542010-05-01T10:42:00.000-07:002010-05-01T10:42:11.476-07:00Within The Next Year I Will....<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A list of goals that I <span style="color: magenta;">will</span> complete within the next year:</span></div><ul><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Use my <em>Flex CD</em> at Goldenwest Credit Union for house savings.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Put 10% of every check into a <em>Money Market</em> account for <em>Emergency Savings.</em></span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Buy a newer car</span></li><ul><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">less than 10,000 miles on it. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This will help to build credit.</span></li></ul><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pay off my Visa Credit card and my Line of Credit. </span></li><ul><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Line of Credit for <em>have to</em> situations only</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Visa <strong>only</strong> when I have the money to just go home and pay it off. </span></li></ul><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Save up $10,000 for a downpayment on a house, and for the fixup costs of the house. (i.e. new carpet, paint, new appliances, ect.)</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Purchase a small starter house for Broderyck, Grenade and I.</span></li><ul><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3 bedrooms</span></li><ul><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Master Bedroom</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Broderyck's Room</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Guest Room/Office Space</span></li></ul><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Small backyard</span></li><ul><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Not too much yardwork involved</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A Sandbox</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A Swingset</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Room for Grenade to run around</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A doggy door</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A small patio</span></li></ul><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A garage</span></li><ul><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Car</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bicycles</span></li></ul><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2 bathrooms</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A big enough living room, or dining room/living room area for small family parties.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Fireplace</span></li></ul></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Things I do <span style="color: red;">NOT</span> want....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">(which all are lifetime goals)</span></div><ul><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I do <span style="color: red;">not</span> want to have to call my parents for money.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I do <span style="color: red;">not</span> want to have to borrow money from anyone for that matter.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I do <span style="color: red;">not</span> want to ever have to rely on a man.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I do <span style="color: red;">not</span> want to be <em>in the hole</em> financially.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I do <span style="color: red;">not</span> want Broderyck to every go without.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I do <span style="color: red;">not</span> want someone I'm dating to distract me from my goals, but rather stand behind me and support my choices. </span></li></ul>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-15259315267103065332010-04-30T21:18:00.000-07:002010-04-30T21:20:04.273-07:00The closest to prison I will ever get....Would be the first impression of my new job. That place is...strict. <br /><ul><li>No cellphones AT ALL, like not even off in your purse, this includes the breakroom, smoke shack (not that it applies to me) or on the work floor. They have to be out in your car. </li><li>There are no clocks anywhere on the walls...just a room full of cubicles.</li><li>If you clock in even 1 minute late, they count it against you. 3 gets you a write up. You have the chance to be late 4 times in one single day.</li><li>No books, crosswords, anything extra at your desk.</li><li>You have to maintain a 95% performance rate.</li></ul><br />One bonus is the dresscode is basically anything except tank tops, short shorts, flipflops and sweat pants as long as your clothes are clean and in good repair you're good to go. <br />Another bonus is the pay, I must say that is the BIGGEST reason I chose to apply for this job. <br />Plus it's only temporary...when the baby comes I will be done there.<br />I just gotta keep an open mind...I'm sure they just made it sound so awful today to kinda weed out the people who are there to just screw around and not take their job seriously.Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-62356137133319828772010-04-28T21:24:00.000-07:002011-01-18T16:08:56.846-08:00Playing Catch Up on the Last Few Days....<div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I haven't updated my blog in a few days and I guess it's time.... </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And of course it always seems that if one thing is going wrong it can't always be the only thing and other stuff has to fall apart along with it. Which is when I come to the part of my baby daddy calling last night and talking to me for 50 minutes about nothing. He called to "<i>see how everything is going</i>" which is something he hasn't done this <b>entire</b> time...which was the number one thing I thought was odd, then tried to tell me how much he cares about me and how he never meant to hurt me and how he's going to "<i>try really really hard</i>"&nbsp;</div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Then come to find out that a couple days ago he got in a fight with the girl he decided to date instead of make this family work and said something to the effect of "<i>fine don't be with me then</i>" Now it makes more sense, like he was hoping I'd just jump back on the bandwagon and give him another shot. I'm just done with him. I told him that too, I told him <b>I'm not going to hold my breath</b> and wait for him to grow up. If he can prove himself he can try and make a relationship with Broderyck but I honestly know that in due time when he's old enough he will realize just like the rest of us that <b>his dad is just a let down</b>...that he doesn't follow through and stretches the truth to such an extreme that even he doesn't know what's true and what he's made up.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Speaking of let downs by dads on Sunday my dad took me to the zoo like I asked him to, but instead of it being a "father daughter" day with me and my sisters he randomly invited my aunt and her kids, it's not a bad thing he just didn't ask, and then proceeded to make things "<span style="font-size: large;">fair</span>" by buying everyone else breakfast at McDonald's and all I got was A hash-brown...then lunch came and everyone had pre-made sub sandwiches and I had to make my own. I just always feel like because I'm vegetarian I get singled out and everyone sees it as more of a burden than anything and it's really frustrating, I've been a vegetarian for almost <b><span style="font-size: large;">6 </span>years</b>...you'd think my family would be used to it by now.</div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S9kGnZcFCGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/atEM64FtUs8/s1600/blog35+078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S9kGnZcFCGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/atEM64FtUs8/s320/blog35+078.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It's been quite the frustrating few days it's true. Saturday was Brett and Chelsea's official house warming party. I was VIP which meant that I agreed to come early and stay there late in order to keep Chelsea sane in case any shit went down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S9kIYoQfj1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/erIz9-FUPYc/s1600/blog35+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S9kIYoQfj1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/erIz9-FUPYc/s320/blog35+002.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Well some shit <b>definitely</b> went down and there wasn't anything I could do about it. We probably shouldn't have been talking shit it's true, but the girls we had a problem with shouldn't have been there anyways.&nbsp;</div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; They knew Chelsea didn't like them and still they insisted on coming and being loud and drinking too much. The night ended up with the one girl trying to beat the crap out of Chelsea's 14 year old cousin and the other girl showing way too much of her bare skin that we didn't want to see. The crap talk continued and the girl who fought Kait decided to say that she wouldn't have had a problem fighting anyone there, even me, even with me being pregnant. That is ridiculous. We're not in high school anymore. I am <span style="font-size: large;"><b>SO</b></span> sick of drama. <b><span style="font-size: large;">SO</span></b> sick of it. Like I have enough of it without stupid girls trying to act hard. </div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-2831650537939012572010-04-21T16:53:00.000-07:002011-01-18T16:01:31.687-08:00So glad things are panning out to my advantage<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span><br /><div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have been down about a lot of things lately and it hasn't really been fair to me or many people around me. I was looking around and everywhere I just saw all my friends and people that I went to school with living with their long term boyfriends, getting engaged, getting married and starting their families. It was very hard for me to sit and watch while being single, lonely and pregnant.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">And in good news I went and got a fetal echo done on Broderyck yesterday and the cardiologist at Primary Childrens said that he has beautiful veins, lol. And that even if he was my family member he would tell me that I have nothing to worry about. At least not as far as major things go. So Broderyck is very lucky and won't have to have surgery like I did when I was a baby, this is such a relief since that was my biggest fear these 22 weeks, and even before I got pregnant I was always afraid that I would pass on my heart condition. Praise Jesus I didn't. I can't wait until my beautiful healthy baby boy gets here,</span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;</div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-36024993074037700762010-04-18T19:31:00.000-07:002010-04-18T19:31:41.367-07:00How do you know?<ul><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">How do you know when you truly are in love?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">How do you know what is best for someone else?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">How do you know that what helped you in a situation will help someone else?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">How do you know who your true friends are?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">How do you know that someone you care deeply about won't leave suddenly?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">How do you know what is the perfect career path for you?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">How do you know that your family will always be there for you?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">How do you know when to let go?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">How do you know when you're guarding your heart to strongly?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">How do you know how you want to raise your kids?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">How do you know heaven is real?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">How do you know that who you "think" is your type, is really who you are meant to be with?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">How do you know that other people aren't going through the same thing you are?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">How do you know that your parents "don't understand"?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">How do you know you're living your life the best way you can?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">How do you know when it's too much to handle?</span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">How do you know.....anything?</span></div></li></ul><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Faith....and a strong heart....believe in your gut feelings, everything happens for a reason.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S8vAWZPWJLI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y1oKK1Jwnk8/s1600/faith-hope-love-english-brown-ART.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S8vAWZPWJLI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y1oKK1Jwnk8/s320/faith-hope-love-english-brown-ART.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-36952414268611024082010-04-12T16:24:00.000-07:002010-04-12T16:24:44.278-07:00Chelsea and Brett's Housewarming Party!!<span style="font-size: large;"></span><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am so excited for my best friend Chelsea and her long time bf Brett to get married. He proposed on Easter, right after they closed on their new townhouse. They are the funniest couple ever, and they are such a blast to hangout with.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S8OpLKVXLHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WcLrR-PFrJE/s1600/chelseaandbrett+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S8OpLKVXLHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WcLrR-PFrJE/s320/chelseaandbrett+013.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S8OpO2LVCtI/AAAAAAAAALA/Ax8tHF37YaQ/s1600/chelseaandbrett+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S8OpO2LVCtI/AAAAAAAAALA/Ax8tHF37YaQ/s320/chelseaandbrett+025.jpg" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We don't even have to do anything, we can seriously just sit around their house and have fun. Or for Chelsea's birthday we watched Vampire Diaries and then went to The Last Song. Somehow we make a grand ol time out of everything.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S8OpUHXBwoI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZubxG1ymt7o/s1600/chelseaandbrett+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S8OpUHXBwoI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZubxG1ymt7o/s320/chelseaandbrett+038.jpg" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">They are getting married next May, and I'm super stoked to find out all their details. Hopefully Brett get's some cute friends soon and they can hook me up! haha. That would make the whole situation that much better. haha.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-62626508640098964162010-04-07T22:28:00.000-07:002010-04-07T22:28:00.969-07:00Drumroll Please.....<span style="font-size: large;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S71e8JvS_LI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KBPpTzUAFjg/s1600/blog+045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S71e8JvS_LI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KBPpTzUAFjg/s400/blog+045.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well I went to the perinatologist yesterday to make sure that everything looks alright as far as spine, leg length, head size, brain hemispheres, heart chambers...and well everything looked great. Then my next appointment is on the 20th of this month with Primary Children's Hospital to do a fetal echo to make sure that the baby doesn't have the same heart condition that I was born with. My cardiologist said that there is a less than 50% chance that is possible, but I still have my fingers crossed!</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The other fabulous news that I found out yesterday is that <b>&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I'm having a boy!!</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have no brothers, and my mom has no brothers, so it will be a whole new world we're dealing with...but I am actually&nbsp; excited. I mean it's a new thing, which just makes it that much more special.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S71fAQuC8uI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xzqZnXI-pb4/s1600/blog+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S71fAQuC8uI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xzqZnXI-pb4/s400/blog+044.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">it's supposed to be a "boy year" anyways, like everyone I know are having boy babies. I think I've heard of one person having a girl baby. lol. She's going to be terribly out-numbered. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The only thing is that I wish his dad would step up and be a man. I was honestly going to give him a second chance after he sat across from me and begged me to give him a second chance, he told he loved me more than anything, that he would change and that what happened in our original breakup would never happen again. Being a family was all that he wanted and he called off his relationship with whatever other girls he was hanging out with to make sure that was possible. I honestly was starting to believe him, I really thought he was being sincere. But once again I was fooled. Once again he said "all the right things" even if he didn't mean them.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yesterday when I came to talk to him about the doctor appointment, and show him all the super cute baby stuff I bought during my excitement of finally knowing the sex, he proceeded to tell me that he doesn't think dating me will work, that being friends is all that will happen out of this and that he doesn't want what happened last time to happen again, and then also had to throw in that if he starts dating the girl he was before that I'm not allowed to be upset. Who honestly tells their pregnant ex that? "Oh I'm excited you're pregnant with a boy...but I want to date this other girl" I just feel like such fool for even considering giving him a second chance. I'm just done with him I think. If he wants to be "friends" whatever...he will get the same treatment as my other guy friends who want to be a part of this babies life. He hasn't proved to be any use to me other than being a sperm donor, and I personally don't think that he should get special treatment for something as easy as that....</span></div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-5708208080174424162010-04-05T15:17:00.000-07:002010-04-05T15:24:36.448-07:00Emotional Rollercoaster is me.<div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I've been up and down for days, dang hormones. But today has been a really good day. Between finding out what my work schedule is for my new job, getting the frappuchino I was craving and it being Happy Hour when I stopped at Sonic, I feel pretty freaking good today.</div><div style="text-align: center;">------------------------------------------------------------------------ </div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The only thing slightly bothering me is my littlest sister blaming the bad stuff she does on a "voice" in her head. I honestly don't know whether to buy what she's saying or brush it off as some excuse to get away with stuff. My mom is really freaked out and is afraid that she could have gotten bi-polar disorder from her biological mom, since it is sometimes mistaken for ADHD when kids are young and that is what she is currently treated for.&nbsp; <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It is such a strange thing to deal with such an occurrence is ones life. I try to be understanding because she really has been through a lot in her life and really no one knows what she is going through but her. It all happened so long ago that she doesn't really recall what happened and that makes it hard too, like my parents want to take her to counseling but I don't know how much good it would do to talk about something you don't remember...she's almost 10, and she was abused from birth until she was 3; and then she came to live with us. She learned how to talk and quickly caught up pretty close to the level she should be on. I really hope this all blows over soon.Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-75701919608519204402010-04-04T17:44:00.000-07:002010-04-04T17:44:00.238-07:00Easter 2010!!<span style="font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This Easter was a little different than usual. First thing I went to Mass with Michael, Anecia and Tony and their family. It was actually a pretty interesting experience. I have never been to Catholic church today and it was so much different than any other service I've ever been to. But I enjoyed it actually.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then after we got done with mass we went to J&amp;D's and had some breakfast, then I went to my grandma Peterson's house. She was serving breakfast too, so I didn't eat there but I had a little fruit and just visited with my family.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We weren't supposed to color Easter Eggs until later in the evening but around 3 o'clock I got a text, well a few explaining that egg coloring time was moved up to...well right then. So I headed back over to Anecia and Michael's house and we opened our Easter baskets from Marie....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krS52LezI/AAAAAAAAAIY/korsvrswLCE/s1600/blog+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krS52LezI/AAAAAAAAAIY/korsvrswLCE/s200/blog+024.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then after we all opened our baskets </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krXM2NprI/AAAAAAAAAIg/M-o_Z5xBAZI/s1600/blog+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krXM2NprI/AAAAAAAAAIg/M-o_Z5xBAZI/s200/blog+025.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Kalel got all hyped up on Pixie Sticks.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We finally got down to the egg coloring. Apparently around here it's tradition to color "dirty eggs" I didn't even know what we should draw, and mine didn't really turn out dirty. Just random. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krk5_RroI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lEbC6ITsxm0/s1600/blog+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krk5_RroI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lEbC6ITsxm0/s200/blog+029.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krtF0oqhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0eI3XSPnr3o/s1600/blog+031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krtF0oqhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0eI3XSPnr3o/s200/blog+031.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krcPmEesI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XSL2bbc4aAA/s1600/blog+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krcPmEesI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XSL2bbc4aAA/s200/blog+027.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krgJGW1QI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YOXz5zJc17Y/s1600/blog+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krgJGW1QI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YOXz5zJc17Y/s200/blog+028.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> I think that Anecia won the "Dirty Egg" contest:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krofgXw0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/eMTrGqvbeUE/s1600/blog+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krofgXw0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/eMTrGqvbeUE/s200/blog+030.jpg" width="150" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7kr2uXoHtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/byt7zK_bcY4/s1600/blog+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7kr2uXoHtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/byt7zK_bcY4/s320/blog+033.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">For some reason there was like 5 dozen eggs that we were supposed to color and after Kalel colored about 5 he was done and ready to just eat them, and Anecia and Michael decided they needed to eat some as well....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krxEah61I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0Jg3lSk9Pe0/s1600/blog+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7krxEah61I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0Jg3lSk9Pe0/s200/blog+032.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7kr7Ri1HJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VpY2Hxv7vRg/s1600/blog+034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7kr7Ri1HJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VpY2Hxv7vRg/s200/blog+034.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ksDsacCVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kLfnKiuHsHg/s1600/blog+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ksDsacCVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kLfnKiuHsHg/s200/blog+036.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We all worked very hard on our eggs...<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ksIfgmHzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/A32btiX0KSg/s1600/blog+037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ksIfgmHzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/A32btiX0KSg/s200/blog+037.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ksM1FvjTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FzXQdWm-u5Q/s1600/blog+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ksM1FvjTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FzXQdWm-u5Q/s200/blog+038.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ksRvm_BgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7DECWtq94h0/s1600/blog+039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ksRvm_BgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7DECWtq94h0/s200/blog+039.jpg" width="150" /></a>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">my pregnant egg. :)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7kr_tY-kdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gW0XGcG1uWE/s200/blog+035.jpg" width="150" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">anecia's baby chicken egg, and an overview of most of our eggs.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ksWW9OePI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/no2e3QvJbAY/s200/blog+040.jpg" width="200" /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ksfw4MOHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/P3_C3VsNzdI/s1600/blog+043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ksfw4MOHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/P3_C3VsNzdI/s200/blog+043.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ksbb7UPFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SFMq3kGlXaA/s1600/blog+042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ksbb7UPFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SFMq3kGlXaA/s200/blog+042.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-13388636893624320212010-04-02T14:44:00.000-07:002010-04-02T14:44:29.440-07:00If it all happens for a reason, then what is the reasoning?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ZkgbJ5QLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6KxBd89ChZg/s1600/quoteshopeinspirationlifephilosophy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;<span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;&nbsp; I've been doing some thinking, okay A LOT of thinking, about love and life lately. Maybe I'm just feeling philosophical because I'm going to be a mom soon but I seriously feel like I'm in a world of chaos and would like the light at the end of the tunnel to present itself...soon if possible.</span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><blockquote><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"<span style="color: #cc0000;">Why is it that we can care about someone so dearly but them not be the people we're meant to be with?</span> <span style="color: #ffd966;">Why is it that you can go on with your life and date other people and them as well but they are still in the back of your mind?</span> <span style="color: purple;">Why is it with some relationships you don't necessarily want to be with that person, but you don't want anyone else to have them either?</span> <span style="color: black;">How can you want someone to be happy still even if it sacrafices your happiness? </span><span style="color: #38761d;">Why does it always feel like one tiny pebble causes more damage than you think it should?</span> <span style="color: orange;">How do you honestly prevent money from effecting your relationships?</span> <span style="color: blue;">What if that one thing wouldn't have happened...how would things be different now?</span>"</span></div></blockquote><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span style="font-size: x-small;">These are big questions without a definite answer, questions that arise when things are tougher than usual. I'm sure I'm not the only person to feel or think these things. I personally have always been a HUGE believer in "everything happens for a reason" but sometimes it just feels like stuff just happens, without an obvious reason. Eventually the answer will come out I'm sure, hopefully sooner than later, because I would like an answer to this confusion.</span></span><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And, I know, I know...."I have it so much better than some people...things could be so much worse" they could be, you're right.... but why compare your life to other people in that way? Why look down on other people’s misfortunes and say "thank god I'm not them!" That awful comparison works both ways. "Why do they get everything?" "How come I have to deal with this and they don't?" It's like a sibling relationship. I feel this way a lot because I am the oldest child, the "test", it's true that things were harder for me and they might get easier with every kid my parents raise but I can't look at it that way because how am I going to raise my kids...probably with the same method. Parenthood, well life in general, doesn't come with an instruction manual...it's all trial and error. School, jobs, relationships...some are lucky and things work out the first time around but for the majority of us we have to change majors, change careers, change partners once, twice or 7 times before we find exactly what we're meant to do, be and make our lives complete.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I've never once thought my life was perfect, but no ones ever is. Honestly. Everyone says that but c'mon, look around. We look up to sports players, celebrities; our parents...everyone has rough patches. We just need to tighten the belt and carry on. I might have all these lingering questions and worry about a lot of things that I don't need to but deep down I know I will be okay...I know that God never hands us anything in life that he knows we can't handle. All the suffering we do is aimed to make us stronger, and that's how I am trying to look at everything. Every choice leads you down a different path like one of those "choose your own ending" books, we wish we could peek and see the results before they happen...but we have to just stick it out...hold on tight.... Enjoy the ride. Who knows what tomorrow brings but accept it with a smile, only you can decide your destiny, your happiness and how your life goes. So make the most of it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ZkgbJ5QLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6KxBd89ChZg/s1600/quoteshopeinspirationlifephilosophy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7ZkgbJ5QLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6KxBd89ChZg/s200/quoteshopeinspirationlifephilosophy.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-42247429210577234792010-03-29T20:50:00.000-07:002010-03-29T20:56:26.310-07:00Anecia's Living Room Part Dos!!<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"></span><br /><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">After completing the "green wall" in Anecia's living room, we decided it was FINALLY time to get rid of that ungodly angel butt wallpaper boarder that has been haunting the living room. After an hour and a half of using Fabric Softener and chisels and getting only about a foot peeled off each, Michael suggested that we just paint over the top of the boarder.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">It of course couldn't just be THAT easy though, we had one minor set back on the way to obtaining the paint...Anecia's jeep decided to break down on the way back to her house and some creepy guy tried to give us a ride. We just called and waited for Michael to come pick us up. Poor poor jeep.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7F2UZZM-rI/AAAAAAAAAII/kQGBijsYE3M/s1600/IMG00266.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7F2UZZM-rI/AAAAAAAAAII/kQGBijsYE3M/s320/IMG00266.jpeg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">We were a little worried painting over it because the wings of the angels are dark blue and we were thinking we'd be painting a lighter cream color...but when we went to my moms to steal paint, she didn't have a light cream, she had this color called Bramble (that was left over from her painting my little sisters room) so we stole that and we decided that we like it ALOT better than just cream color....AND it covers the wallpaper with just one coat.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7FyvG5y2DI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bhNtpROfg3o/s1600/blog+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7FyvG5y2DI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bhNtpROfg3o/s200/blog+014.jpg" width="150" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7FyzsIRGwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KouNIvWmj80/s1600/blog+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7FyzsIRGwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KouNIvWmj80/s320/blog+015.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7Fy4y7k-YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IMTGVXDeMOw/s1600/blog+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7Fy4y7k-YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IMTGVXDeMOw/s320/blog+016.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7Fy80H8IdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6QDHMliJ4V4/s1600/blog+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7Fy80H8IdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6QDHMliJ4V4/s320/blog+017.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7FzAuA0jbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5hTFY-pgpak/s1600/blog+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7FzAuA0jbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5hTFY-pgpak/s200/blog+018.jpg" width="150" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7FzE54knLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sNulV-twIyA/s1600/blog+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7FzE54knLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sNulV-twIyA/s320/blog+019.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7FzI5bt6OI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oLm5KZXcAhk/s1600/blog+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7FzI5bt6OI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oLm5KZXcAhk/s200/blog+020.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7FzN26iWoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZAepQsOE2_s/s1600/blog+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S7FzN26iWoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZAepQsOE2_s/s200/blog+021.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;I am pretty impressed with our "domestic-ness" and I can't wait to move onto the other rooms, and someday...to paint my own house!! We did a damn good job, ladies. </span></div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-59040151382646388662010-03-29T14:57:00.000-07:002010-03-29T14:57:48.604-07:00Just joined Formspring, lets see what interesting questions I get!!<iframe frameborder="0" height="275" scrolling="no" src="http://www.formspring.me/widget/view/kyliedalon?&amp;size=medium&amp;bgcolor=%23fff&amp;fgcolor=%23333" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="180"></iframe>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650478419319424980.post-70151695308543272762010-03-26T18:49:00.000-07:002010-03-26T18:53:48.457-07:00...Seeing Green...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></div><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"></span><br /><div class="" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Projects at Anecia's....</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61a5rqV09I/AAAAAAAAAE4/O87GIbN_9IM/s200/blog+001.jpg" width="150" /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61a94EKZcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OPOw26GyMTg/s1600/blog+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61a94EKZcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OPOw26GyMTg/s320/blog+002.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bKKRuIhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TDL1loevKbE/s1600/blog+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bKKRuIhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TDL1loevKbE/s200/blog+005.jpg" width="200" /></a><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bFi75fAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QmchDhZ6KhY/s200/blog+004.jpg" width="200" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Anecia has lived in her house for a while now, and so I encouraged her to finally put some custom decorating into her house, so had to peel off all the "wrapping paper" wallpaper and once that was off we could sand a bit and then begin the paint planning business. The inspiration was this super cute pillow. </span></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bBReoizI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UdH1crluk2w/s1600/blog+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bBReoizI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UdH1crluk2w/s200/blog+003.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We went to Walmart and got the paint color that Anecia picked out and started the painting process.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The first stroke....</span></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bdNYUgtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HNSuSyhivlc/s1600/blog+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bNv7lefI/AAAAAAAAAFg/aqSfE4csXGw/s1600/blog+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bNv7lefI/AAAAAAAAAFg/aqSfE4csXGw/s200/blog+006.jpg" width="150" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bSic_kAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SMqc1EmWR_E/s1600/blog+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bSic_kAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SMqc1EmWR_E/s200/blog+007.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bdNYUgtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HNSuSyhivlc/s1600/blog+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bdNYUgtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HNSuSyhivlc/s320/blog+009.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bXIAKBVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/apUW-9xorc8/s1600/blog+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bXIAKBVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/apUW-9xorc8/s200/blog+008.jpg" width="150" /></a></span></div><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bvmO5hzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nh24S4YPyxo/s1600/blog+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bvmO5hzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nh24S4YPyxo/s200/blog+013.jpg" width="150" /></a></span><br /><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bq05710I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PkDGoVVFi3A/s1600/blog+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVoDwaFlmlA/S61bq05710I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PkDGoVVFi3A/s320/blog+012.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And finally....the green wall is COMPLETE! </span></div>Kylie Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123669360126188524noreply@blogger.com0